Buffy turned on the radio. It was too quiet, and she was alone on a dark highway. Since it was late, probably near dawn, there weren't many cars along the road. Buffy fiddled with the knob on the radio, looking for a good station. Finally, she found one, and she smiled as she drove on, perfecting her plan even as she drove.
She rubbed her eyes, making them red, and with great effort, she began to cry. Sobbing, she slammed the door of the car and ran all the way to the office of Angel Investigations. Buffy opened the door and ran past Cordelia, who just stared after the bawling Slayer. "What's wrong this time? Terrific. This is just what we need, Angel getting all quiet and broody again. He just got out of his last mood!" The pretty secretary whined to Wesley.
"Maybe what he needs is to comfort the girl. You know, to feel needed." Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"What they both need is an altar, two rings, and a few hours. Then everything would be just dandy, wouldn't it?"
Buffy knocked on Angel's door, trying to cry less. His voice jumped out at her. "Go away, Cordelia. I'm not hungry!"
"It- it's me. I need to talk." Buffy's voice wavered, as she thought to herself, 'I'm getting really good at this fake crying junk.'
The door opened. Angel stared at her. "Buffy? What's wrong?" Buffy started to cry anew.
"I killed them! I did it! I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to me." Angel had no idea what she was talking about, but Buffy looked so broken up, he knew it had to be bad.
"Ok. Come over here and tell me what you're talking about." Angel put his arm around her waist, and led her to the couch.
"Could you guys leave for a second?" Angel asked the confused Wesley and Cordy. They left, and Buffy collapsed on the soft sofa.
Buffy turned around to face Angel. Crying, she told him the entire story, how her face changed into almost a vamp face, and her poison claws. She told him about Giles, Xander, and Willow. Angel looked a little surprised. He felt guilty. The reason for Buffy's transformation and pain was him. Frowning, he reached over to hug Buffy.
"I still can't believe it. I just, suddenly woke up, and I had Willow's blood on my hands. How can I forget? Or forgive myself?" Shaking, Buffy clung to Angel, and cried for hours.
She rubbed her eyes, making them red, and with great effort, she began to cry. Sobbing, she slammed the door of the car and ran all the way to the office of Angel Investigations. Buffy opened the door and ran past Cordelia, who just stared after the bawling Slayer. "What's wrong this time? Terrific. This is just what we need, Angel getting all quiet and broody again. He just got out of his last mood!" The pretty secretary whined to Wesley.
"Maybe what he needs is to comfort the girl. You know, to feel needed." Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"What they both need is an altar, two rings, and a few hours. Then everything would be just dandy, wouldn't it?"
Buffy knocked on Angel's door, trying to cry less. His voice jumped out at her. "Go away, Cordelia. I'm not hungry!"
"It- it's me. I need to talk." Buffy's voice wavered, as she thought to herself, 'I'm getting really good at this fake crying junk.'
The door opened. Angel stared at her. "Buffy? What's wrong?" Buffy started to cry anew.
"I killed them! I did it! I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to me." Angel had no idea what she was talking about, but Buffy looked so broken up, he knew it had to be bad.
"Ok. Come over here and tell me what you're talking about." Angel put his arm around her waist, and led her to the couch.
"Could you guys leave for a second?" Angel asked the confused Wesley and Cordy. They left, and Buffy collapsed on the soft sofa.
Buffy turned around to face Angel. Crying, she told him the entire story, how her face changed into almost a vamp face, and her poison claws. She told him about Giles, Xander, and Willow. Angel looked a little surprised. He felt guilty. The reason for Buffy's transformation and pain was him. Frowning, he reached over to hug Buffy.
"I still can't believe it. I just, suddenly woke up, and I had Willow's blood on my hands. How can I forget? Or forgive myself?" Shaking, Buffy clung to Angel, and cried for hours.